Page 7 of Sweet Sin

And I plan to fucking stay alive. A couple assholes like these two won’t be the end of Falcon Bellamy.

Not in this lifetime. I’ve faced worse. A hell of a lot worse.

Of course, none of them had guns.

The blond, Carlo, seems to be the leader of the two. Abel looks like he may be a few bricks shy of a load.

Which makes him way more dangerous.

If I take him out, I can reason with Carlo—at least long enough to disarm him.

But how?

A distraction. That’s what I need. But what? They’re right. I am bluffing. The cops aren’t coming, and my house is too far away from any of my siblings’ homes. No one will hear me if I yell for help.

Hell, no one will even hear a gunshot.

Except for Vannah. She’ll hear it.

Fuck, she’s got to be scared out of her mind. I wish I could be her shield, that I could wave a fucking wand and get her far away from here, somewhere safe.

But I’ve done all I can. I’ve sequestered her away in the only locked room in the pool area.

What the hell do these assholes want with her? They’ll take her over my dead body, but maybe they don’t need to know that.

Maybe I should try a different strategy.

“Say I let you take the girl.” The words are bitter on my tongue. “What’s in it for me?”

“Not getting your head blown off.” Abel spits for the third time.

I don’t dare turn my back on them—though I’m tempted, so they can see the word Savage tattooed over my back.

I’ll have to show them just how savage I am another way.

“I didn’t ask you.” I turn to Carlo. “What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “We’re going to get her one way or the other. I’ll say it again. I got no beef with you, but Savannah Gallo is coming with us. Whether you’re a help or a hindrance is up to you.”

Fuck. A distraction. A diversion. What the hell can I use?

I gaze around my back yard.

My back yard that’s foreign to me. Once the house was finished, I was carted off to prison. I never got to live here.

The lawn is lush and green and rolls far past the fenced in area that keeps the dogs from running off. A network of stone pathways meanders through the range, and black wrought iron lampposts surround the perimeter.

If I could get to one, pull it out of the ground…

But even if I could get there, I don’t have that kind of muscle.

I stand rock solid, forcing myself to stay immune from anything that might cause me to move. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sydney and the pup. Sydney’s ears perk up.

She’s going to—

Yep. A shrill bark.

Abel jerks.

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